Chapter 5

[wee_big_man]

[Not being the sort to watch television - or even, for that matter, have any idea what, exactly, a television is - Rob's missed the whole Westport excitement. But he has noticed the new street, and the numerous amounts of people leaving Mayfield to head to Westport

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[wee_big_man]

[Rob stops. Well. Freezes, more like, at the sound of that voice. If he had his helmet, he'd be twiddling it right about now. He wasn't stealing nothing, honest! He was just walking along and this very nice man just gave him a handful of gold coins, really!

Well, he's not actually carrying anything, but that's beside the point. Because if Nanny Ogg is around, then surely Granny Weatherwax is close by. And she is one hag you do not want to cross...]

I didna do it! I wuz oout o' the country at the time! I wuz deid! It couldnae ha' been me!

[wee_big_man]

[He gives her a careful little grin in return.]

'Bout a month, near as I can reckon. [A pause, and he adds hopefully:] I don't s'ppose you've got anythin' tae drink, have ye?

[He can always go and steal from the bar, of course, but there's never any harm in asking.]

[no_mountains]

[Nearly steps on. but only nearly. Now he's staring down at Rob.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob glares back up, ready to pick a fight if need be.]

What're ye lookin' at, bigjob?

[no_mountains]

What are you?

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Tiffany is walking out that way too. England would kill her if he found out, but she was curious enough that she'd take that risk.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob falls into step with Tiffany, determination in his expression.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She looks down at him with a small smile. It was easier venturing into parts unknown with a Feegle]

Think we'll find anything interesting in the town?